The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1887-11-10

operators 5 place with an air OF DuSl-
ness. He was sergeant of detectives.
Little Betsy pulled a screen around
the two men, and for half an hour the
inspector talked softly into his aids
ear, while the sergeant ratified the key
in a mastery fashion and sent tele-
grams over half the civilized globe.
Byrnes was picture as he sat there.
His face is keen and thoughtful look
ing, his mustache heavy and his eve
brows thick, but his eyes light up with
wonderful expression. His power in
New York is simply astounding. He
rose when he had finished his dis
patches, waited till his aide had gone
back to the tail end of the truck and
then with kindly smile at Betsy he
said: You're knowing sort of girl, "
and drifted casually out.
c. Edgerly Tompkins came in again
to telegraph to himself the remark
able intelligence that ga beautiful
girl can do more to brace up
poor devil, when the same is going
to the dogs, than anything, you know"
The pathos of this, coupled with an
exceedingly melting. not to say goggy,
look on the part of c. Edgerly, had
the effect of touching the tender heart
of Betsy McKeever, and she was
about to say something comforting,
when tlashily dressed woman and a
short and stocky man entered and ad-
vanced to the receiving clerks Win
dow. At the same instant the shah
billy dressed man on the tail of the
truck slipped to the ground, the driver
of the truck jumped down, the inspec-
tor emerged from the door of cab
standing near, and a nattily dressed
man, who had been intently pairing
his nails by the lamp post on the
corner for half an hour, whipped the
knife into his pocket. In an instant
the four officers were lowering around
the man and woman. The latter saw
them first. She turned and found the
calm face of the inspector looking
over her shoulder The tears rushed
to her eyes, and she dropped her arms
desolately at her side.
''You are as inevitable as DEATH, ]"
she said, with sob.
Take her away in my cab," the in
spector said shortly to the sergeant.
The latter touched his hat SUBJ
missively, and the woman went with
out murmur. The man stood there
with his hands thrust in his pockets.
There was none of the theatrical
bravo or dogged grief that the plays
and novels exploit. He was not pallid,
nor did he tremble. He looked death
ly ill-sick, as though he had swallowed
a nauseous drug. The Chief made a
sign and the two officers walked out
with the man between them.
Then the inspector turned to the
window, and scribbling q note hastily
put it in an envelope, addressing it,
and said sharply:
"Doland, deliver this at once"
Eyes, sir" said Mr.. &C. Edgerly
Tompkins," touching his hat, spring
ing forward, and rushing from the
office, with his yellow hair and his eye
glass flying in the breeze. Some
thing like a heart-burning sigh burst
from the open lips of the receiving
clerk.
Whats the matter?" asked the in
spector, with suggestion of a twinkle
in his eye.
'Is-is that beautiful-that glorious
dude one of your wretched policemen,
too?" asked Betsy McKeever, thickly.
The inspector smiled and drifted
away without word. The whole
thing had occurred in an instant.
Betsy turned to face out the guying of
the other clerks, but to her surprise,
not one of them had noticed the two
arrests, not even the presence of the
men in the office, so quickly and dex-
ferrous and quiet had been the steps
and movements of the officers.
A very slim man drifted in moment
later and said, anxiously:
where's Tom Ochiltree?'
81 think he lives at the Hoffman"
Gimme a blank"
He took it and wrote with great
effort:
1t may interest you to know that at times
you make me exceedingly faugued. Z. G. F.
That will cost you 1S cents" said
Miss Bess.
"I'd rather pay SIS than have him
miss it" said the latest victim of the
ColonePs propensity for practical
joking. He was pushed aside by the
arrival of two newcomers. They
were dressed in fashion that denoted
that they were both children of the
world. and they were feeling exceed
ingly happy.
''This is the only thing we haven't
done today" said the actress, cheer
fully, 80 les DO it.
She seized pen and said:
WHO first?"
''Nan Gillette-she's charming"
''She's a cat"
"She isn't"
"Where is she?'
"Butf"
The actress thought a moment, and
then wrote in slanting English hand:
To MISS ANN GILLETTE,
GeneStee House, Buffalo, N. Y.
Ratsl (SigneU Jimmy and Ne.
This was handed over to the pretty
little clerk, who read it stolidly and
passed it to the operator, while the
man about town aud the woman of the
stage spent the following half hour in
telegraphing to every quarter of the
globe, ending up with an assurance to
the new Prince of Bulgaria that they
were "wid him tro' tick and t'in," and
request to Boulanger to ''shellac his
hat" 1t is probable that by the time
these last two localisms are literally
translated Bulgaria will have a new
ruler and France will be at war. The
hours rolled on, and the little clerk sat
there receiving messages of nonsense,
love, condolence, Importantly, i'm
pertinence, assurance and despair
until the clock struck H. She had
been thinking of someone so intently
she had forgotten the hour, and when
she was brought to herself by the
changing of the clock she glanced up
and saw the hero of her thoughts
gazing whimsically at her through the
window.
How do. Miss Bessie" said the per-
fidious &c. Edgerly Tompkins."
DO you know what l think you are?"
asked the girl, smiling at the detective
in spite of herself.
No, ma am"
Il think you're abr-r-r-rutew
And she proved it by allowing him
to put her on car and giving his hand
an ecstatic little squeeze by way of a